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Finishing her glass she set it down as well. A contended smile lit her features.
"Well Python, it's been quite the journey. Are we really ready to retire?"
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"I wasn't...but I got force into it." He smiles, lifting his shirt and revealing a massive black spot, sparking and sizzling with red. Anti-matter. It's what he ran on. Destructive and powerful. He puts his shirt down and the sparking stops, as if the shirt hid it. "Took Earth with me." He chuckles.
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Her eyes widen. "Geez! You went out with a bang alright! Good grief! I've seen a few planets destroyed before. Most of the time we live." She smirks mischievously at the end. "I'm glad though that you have finally found rest. I think we've all been needing and deserve this."
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"Can't agree more..." He smiles looking around the room. "You're not dead too, are you?"
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She smiles. "No not dead, yet anyway. But I was sent to live out some time here due to my involvement in my races wars." "Made me happy for sure. I just wish I could have come back sooner."
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He smiles and hugs you, staying silent. The massive man felt gentle, warm and caring. It was odd, to not see him itching to kill something.
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It certainly was odd so she relished the simple hug. This was her friend, her brother, her comrade. Zara hugged him back and didn't let go till he did. A little teary eyed for the moment.
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He lets go, pulling back after a while. "Don't cry on me Zara. I don't wanna look like an ass at the reunion." He smiles at her again.
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Wiping away a tear she laughs softly. "Tears of joy my dear."
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He chuckles again. "That's good then...not an ass." He smiles.
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"No never. Come on then! Let's join the party!"
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He laughs a bit. "I'm gonna go get some more whiskey first." He walks off, limping to one side as he does so into the kitchen to get some whiskey.
